NocturneA Poem by DarkyshadowNo Music, No Life
My fingers start to act on its own,
Pressing the keys of the piano you'd thrown, Perfectly hammering the broken strings, Blending with the melody of the white crow that sings. Every note I play of this unsung composition, This troubled soul sinks in the depth of frustration. Ripping the light that once I held Breaking the rhythm that once I yelled. © 2017 Darkyshadow |
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1 Review Added on September 26, 2017 Last Updated on September 26, 2017 AuthorDarkyshadowTanauan City, Batangas, Region 4-A, PhilippinesAboutI don't think about what I can't do. I just do what I can and enjoy life. Hey everyone! Welcome to my profile. I love to read and write anything. Just enjoying myself here on Earth before I pass away... more..Writing
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